There's no euphemism for thirty-two.
"Barely thirty" doesn't quite cut it anymore. Both feet are in. I'm officially a Twenties Alumni.
But I had a great birthday.
I finished laundry (the gift to myself - empty laundry baskets!), treasured memories from our Idaho trip (more to come later this week), and unwrapped one of these necklaces from Real Gil.
And I watched my daughter score her first goal ever at soccer. I'm pretty sure my victory dance was inappropriate and completely contradictory to everything I usually stand for. But it was my birthday so I did it anyways.
Best of all, Real Gil gave me a porch swing, the playground for old people. In every home we've ever owned, we had a porch swing. It's perfect. I'm pretty sure I even suffered a little motion sickness while trying to read a book on it today.
My kids love it too...
Resting in the Ageless One,